All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

With a pale face, Jessica staggered into the large house. The afternoon was calm; only the faint sound of the television came from the living room. Her eyes instantly found the young girl sitting leisurely on the sofa, watching her favorite show.“Amora,” Jessica whispered, her voice trembling. She walked closer and, without a second thought, wrapped her daughter in a tight embrace.“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Amora asked in confusion, her brows furrowing at her mother’s strange behavior.“Amora... forgive me,” Jessica murmured.Amora pulled away slightly from the embrace and looked into her mother’s anxious face. “Why are you apologizing? Did you do something wrong?”Jessica exhaled deeply, her eyes turning red. “Everything I’ve done... was all for you, sweetheart. I just hope you can understand.”“What do you mean, Mom? I don’t understand,” Amora asked with a worried tone. She could now clearly see the distress on her mother’s face — the kind that came from someone hiding a heavy secret.

The clock had just struck midnight.Silence drifted through every corner of Vicktor’s grand house.Amora stepped out of the guest room with slow, cautious footsteps, as if afraid to wake anyone who might still be up. She descended the stairs and headed to the kitchen, where a single dim yellow light glowed softly. There, she began preparing a cup of warm tea—her hands moving with practised ease, as though she knew every corner of the cupboards and drawers by heart.Naturally. This large house had once been a wedding gift from her father. A house that was no longer in her name because Vicktor had transferred it. The memory pierced for a brief second, but she pushed it away quickly.A soft double throat-clearing sounded behind her.Amora turned.Vicktor stood leaning against the kitchen doorway, a faint smile brushing his lips. “El, what are you doing?” he asked quietly.“I couldn’t sleep,” Amora murmured as she poured the hot water. “So I decided… to make tea.” She glanced over her sho

In truth, Amora had never expected—even in the slightest—that Vicktor would invite her on a holiday. Yes, a holiday—and what made it even more unbelievable—without Lucy, the man’s legal wife. Vicktor suddenly asked Amora and Kelly to go with him to a small villa near the beach, far from the noise of the city, as if he wanted to escape from everything that had been weighing him down all this time.That afternoon, a cool breeze brushed softly against their skin. From the villa’s balcony, the sight of the waves rolling onto the shore and the orange sky of the approaching dusk looked utterly soothing. Amora leaned back on a long wooden chair, while Vicktor sat beside her, opening a bottle of red wine he had brought from inside. Kelly had already fallen fast asleep in the bedroom after spending the whole day playing and running along the beach.“Keep me company, El. It’s been a long time since I last had wine,” Vicktor said as he settled into the seat next to her.Amora turned her head, st

“Vicktor… I—”Amora’s voice was abruptly cut off.“Elisha, enough. Stop making excuses,” Vicktor said softly yet firmly. His breath was close enough to brush against Amora’s face. “Why do we have to keep avoiding this truth?”Vicktor’s eyes didn’t blink. From such a close distance, Amora’s beauty seemed magnified, making his heart pound in a chaotic, uncontrollable rhythm.“To hell with everything,” he murmured. “Let’s enjoy this night, Love.”Amora froze. The word love leaving Vicktor’s lips made her body feel light and heavy at the same time.“I love you, Elisha.”Again. For the countless time, he said it.Amora was stunned, as if the air had taken hold of her breath. She couldn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say. Her feelings were caught in a whirlpool she didn’t understand.Why did her heart tremble every time he confessed his love? Why couldn’t she ignore the sincerity in Vicktor’s voice?“No, Elisha!” her heart screamed. “You’re supposed to take revenge on him! Not love him

Elisha immediately approached the villa staff as soon as she stepped out of the main door. Her face was still pale, her breath not yet steady, but her anxiety outweighed the pain she felt.“Excuse me, is there a clinic nearby?” she asked quickly.The female staff member frowned. “There’s no clinic around this lodging area, Miss. But if you want to buy some medicine, there’s a pharmacy near The Coffee Café. You can go there.”“All right, thank you,” Amora responded—despite her frantic mind, she still tried to remain polite.Without waiting any longer, she turned back toward the villa. The moment she entered, she snatched Vicktor’s car keys. She didn’t allow herself time to think; she simply acted as fast as she could.“Vick, I’m going to buy some medicine. I’m borrowing your car,” she said, holding up the keys.Vicktor, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, stared at Amora sharply, concern filling his eyes. “El, let me call one of my men instead. You should stay here. What if the